together for a moment

"Nick?"

"Hey, my friend!" Nick turned his head and saw his eyes lit up, and he grinned and showed his neat white teeth: "You want to come with us? To Agra?"

"No, no, I can't get away from work," Zhao Yimu expressed apology by shaking his head and frowning: "Maybe I can go after my work is over."

"Then you..." Nick raised his eyebrows, "I came here especially to see you off? You don't have to be so polite, do you?"

"I stopped by from a client, and I want to say that if I meet you, I will return this to you," Zhao Yimu took out a handkerchief from his briefcase and shook it: "I wanted to see what the Indian train was like, maybe I will take the train to go there later. Agra. Aren’t you the car at four o’clock? Why are you still here?”

Nick pulled him to a place where there were fewer people, and talked through his throat: "It's delayed, I heard that there was an accident on some track in the morning, and all the trains in front were delayed. In the afternoon, it's much better, and it's said that the train will start within half an hour." , the train has stopped there."

"If you don't have a ticket, you can't enter the platform, right?" Zhao Yimu looked around, "I heard that Indian trains are divided into several classes. Is there a big difference between each class?"

"Do you want to go inside the train? It's not easy," Nick walked towards a person who also looked like a backpacker in the crowd, put his arm around the other person's shoulders and didn't know what to say, and walked back to Zhao Yimu after a while, and the light came on. Shining the ticket in his hand: "I borrowed the ticket from a friend, and I will show you on the train."

"Is this okay? Will you take you?" Zhao Yimu said on his lips, but he had already followed Nick through the ticket gate and entered the platform.

"It's okay, it doesn't take much time to look at each car." Nick said.

The train has already stopped at the platform, and it looks like a historic car. Nick took him to look at it from the highest level 1AC. The air-conditioned sleeper in the four-bed cubicle is not very advanced or clean, but there is a door that can be locked. , relatively safe.Then look at 2AC and 3AC, which also have air conditioning. There are no separate compartments but sleepers separated by cloth. 2AC is a double-decker sleeper, and 3AC is a three-story sleeper. Some foreign tourists are already sitting in the car.Going further back is the compartment without air-conditioning. There are also double-deck and three-deck sleepers, and there are only leather chair seats. The compartment environment is even worse, and there is an indescribable smell in the air, which can only be brewed in an old grocery store. 6,7 to [-]% of these cars are already filled, almost all of them are locals.

"What kind of seat is the SL on your ticket?" Zhao Yimu asked him half-suffocated.

"No air-conditioning three-tier sleeper," Nick pointed down with his index finger: "This is the section, let me see where my seat is..."

Passengers brought large and small luggage into the compartment one after another. They dodged left and right to find Nick's bed. The compartment was cramped and old without air conditioning, and the row of electric fans above the head rattled.

"You usually order this class? I take back what I said earlier that you are a young master with money and leisure," Zhao Yimu said with a wry smile, "Is this... sleepy?"

"If you take a long-distance overnight stay, you will consider a better cabin class, but it's only 3-4 hours to Agra, so you can just make do with it," Nick said: "The middle layer of the three-layer sleeper is only built when sleeping. , usually three seats in a row.”

Zhao Yimu asked some practical questions like how to book a train ticket. He felt that the information collected was almost complete. When he turned his head, he found that passengers were coming up one after another, almost occupying the compartment, and people continued to enter. ?” Zhao Yimu shouted.

"Well, I'll take you out of the car first." Nick also became nervous.

There were too many people, and everyone was carrying or carrying a large bag of canvas bags and various belongings, and it was difficult to move an inch in the carriage. Zhao Yimu moved forward for only two steps, feeling that his feet were shaking and his figure was unstable. He hurriedly grabbed the handrail beside him and stood still. Just as he was about to say when he had this dizzy problem, he raised his eyes and suddenly saw the scene outside the window moving slowly.

Fuck, it's not dizzy, it's fucking driving!

After Zhao Yimu scolded, he pushed through the crowd without hesitation, like a fish swimming against the current, advancing hard and slowly, with Nick following closely behind him.

By the time they got out of the crowd and got close to the door, the train had gradually picked up speed, not very fast, but about [-] to [-] kilometers per hour, and it was still increasing.

Zhao Yimu hesitated by the door for less than three seconds before making a decision.

"I'm going to jump," he said.

The door of this train does not really have a "door", but is simply hooked on both sides with a wrist-thick iron chain, Zhao Yimu unhooks the hooked end, Qiao has a good posture, ready to go.

"Are you really going to jump? It's a bit faster now, and..." Nick hesitated, then said, "Did you know that toilet filth on Indian trains goes straight to the tracks?"

Zhao Yimu withdrew his foot when he heard this sentence.

He calmly observed the rails, only to find that besides the garbage scattered all over the ground, there were indeed some filth that he didn't dare to look at carefully.Imagining in my mind that after jumping out of the car, I will inevitably fall and roll under the effect of inertia, and then I will be covered in shit...

Zhao Yimu inhaled and sighed, inhaled and sighed, clenched his back molars and said: "Then what should we do now?"

"It's dangerous to stand here, go back to the carriage and find a way." Nick pulled his arm and walked into the carriage. When they returned to their beds, there was already a person sitting on the outermost seat of the three-row seat, and Nick sat in the middle, letting Zhao Yimu stand by the window sit.

"When will the next stop be? Is it possible for me to go back there?" Zhao Yimu still didn't give up.

"I don't know, there are some small stops in the middle, and tourists don't usually get off the bus," Nick said, "Ask the guy next to him, he looks like a local."

Nick is very good at striking up a conversation with strangers. In just a few words, he chatted with a young man next to him who didn't look very old. The young man was a student who had just graduated from New Delhi, named Anuj, and his hometown was in Agra. Anuj has deep eye sockets, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark black curly hair, and is quite fluent in English, so he got the answers they wanted within a few words.

"The next station will take about 50 minutes to arrive, and there may be a little delay," Anuj, like most Indians, is very enthusiastic about foreigners, and answers them in English: "If you want to go back to Delhi, the easier way is to take the train Or a chartered car, but today’s trains are delayed, not sure when there will be a car, as for the chartered car... I don’t know if anyone is willing to take this trip at this time, the worst case is to spend the night there.”

Who wants to spend the night in a run-down town? Zhao Yimu instinctively resisted this suggestion.

"Otherwise, I will go to Agra and come back by car tomorrow morning." This is probably the safest and most feasible method. Zhao Yimu made up his mind and said, "I will call my colleague."

He called Raju on his mobile phone, told the story of this very bad experience, and then said that he would find a place to spend the night with his friends in Agra tonight and try to find a way to go back by car tomorrow.

Raju laughed as if hearing a joke, and then threw out a question: "Since you are going to Agra, why don't you see the Taj Mahal?"

Zhao Yimu didn't expect him to say that, and was stunned for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

Raju continued: "Tomorrow is Friday, you came back in the afternoon, and you entered the company just in time to clock out? I mean, it doesn't make any sense."

Zhao Yimu knew that Raju was right, but...

"is this okay?"

"Why not? Anyway, you have your phone on and your computer with you. I'll contact you if there's anything you need. Your boss called me and said you're not feeling well and you're staying in the hotel." Raju presumptuously helped him make a decision, "Have a nice weekend, we See you next week." With a smack, he hung up the phone.

Nick saw him put down his phone and asked, "How is it?"

"My colleague asked me to stop by in Agra and go back on Monday." Zhao Yimu replied in a muffled voice.

"That's great! You're frowning, I thought something was wrong."

"But I took your friend's ticket," Zhao Yimu was a little helpless, "and I didn't bring anything except my briefcase."

"I just sent a message to apologize to my friend. He has been traveling for more than three months, and he has no plans. It's OK to come to Agra every two days." Nick said, "I will change my clothes first, and I will go to the street to buy them tomorrow." , It’s all small things, don’t worry.”

That's all for now.

Zhao Yimu finally breathed a sigh of relief. The setting sun outside the window burned the sky. After the car drove out of the city, the buildings were sparse, and occasionally residents were seen driving their livestock in twos and threes. If the car windows were not a little dirty, this scene could still be called leisurely and peaceful.

"Are you hungry?" Nick untied a plastic bag hanging from his backpack, which contained a few slices of nan (Nan) wrapped in tinfoil. "Fortunately, I bought dinner in advance, so we can eat together."

It was almost time for dinner, and everyone in the carriage took out the prepared food one after another. There was also an uncle holding a big kettle and peddling Indian tea (chai), and the aroma was mixed for a while. Zhao Yimu rubbed his stomach, really hungry.Pick up a piece of nang cake that is still warm, there is no seasoning, the pure aroma of wheat and pot is very delicious.

"Every time I take the car, I buy a few yuan to satisfy my hunger. It's delicious!"

Nick gave some slices to Anuj, and Anuj took out a pack of deliciously fried samosas to share with them. When the uncle selling tea passed by, Nick raised his hand and ordered three cups of chai, and they were on the train. Eat and drink within the regularity of time.

"The last time I ate, drank and went out on the train like this was probably in high school." Zhao Yimu said.

"Very happy, isn't it? This beautiful mistake." Nick leaned back after eating and drinking, raised his head and looked down at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Travel is like this. Live a different life than usual, meet people you don't usually meet, and be a different self. Think about it, would this happen if you were in China today?"

"You like traveling very much?" Zhao Yimu drank the last sip of chai, which was full of mellow aroma. I really don't know why this sweet and hot food is so special to his appetite.

"I like it, I like traveling," Nick said lazily, "I can experience a lot of "firsts" during the journey. The first time I drank chai, the first time I slept on the floor of the station, and the first time I saw cows all over the street. , especially unforgettable.”

"Yeah, the first time I spent the night outside without bringing anything, it's really unforgettable for me." Zhao Yimu smiled wryly and tidied up the paper cups and plastic bags after eating, "Where is the trash can?"

"Do you want to take out the garbage?" After Nick heard his question, the corners of his slightly hooked mouth suddenly raised a little bit, and he was vaguely excited, "The local people's way is to open the window and throw it out that is."

"Ah? Just throw this bag out?" Zhao Yimu was stunned.

Nick patted Anuj next to him and asked him what to do with the garbage. Anuj pointed out the window with a bright smile on his face, "Throwout! Noproblem!"

"..." Zhao Yimu is a little speechless, he is not a saint, and occasionally throws small pieces of paper and cigarette butts, but he really has no experience in throwing out a whole bag of garbage like this.

"Have you ever thrown it? Throw it out of the car window?" Zhao Yimu asked Nick.

"I only experienced it when I came to India," Nick said with a deeper smile. "You haven't done this before, have you? There is a first time for everything. Come, let me make a souvenir for you," he said, taking out his mobile phone , the camera turned to him, raised his chin, "Throw it away!"

Zhao Yimu was amused by his posture, cursed: "I'm sick", and then struggled to pull up the car window. The setting sun had already sunk into the earth, and the last sliver of red was entrenched in the sky like the ashes of a fire. Zhao Yimu exerted force on his wrist With a tick, the bag of garbage twirled and tumbling in the air for a short time, and finally fled to the rolling earth.

"How does it feel?" Nick asked.

Zhao Yimu's eyes were still outside the window. The night wind blew across his face and made his hair fly. He closed the window after a while, with his hair messed up by the wind, he looked at Nick and said, "It feels weird... a little awkward... and a little ……Cool?"

"Yes, it's cool with a sense of guilt." Nick smiled with an expression of "I understand you", the kind of smile that can make the surrounding air warm up, and Zhao Yimu also laughed when he saw it.

Anuj saw that the two of them were smiling like idiots, and asked with a smile, "What fun?"

Zhao Yimu and Nick glanced at each other and couldn't stop laughing even more.

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